He never tried to fix everything.
He just stayed until things hurt less.
So when senior prom finally arrived, there was never really any question about who I wanted beside me.
But Noah still formally reminded me.
One afternoon, he appeared at my locker.
“Do you remember first grade?”
I pretended not to.
His face dropped.
Then he held out his pinkie.
And suddenly I remembered everything.
The raisins.
The dinosaurs.
The cruel classmate.
The promise.
“Prom?” I asked.
“Prom.”
Then he smiled.
“I already bought the bow tie.”
“When?”
